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Thou dost defend the weak from them that

Thou dost defend the weak from them
that are both stout and strong
And rid the poor from wicked men,
that spoil and do them wrong

My cruel foes against me rise,
to witness things untrue;
And to accuse me they devise
of things I never knew

Where I to them did show good will,
they quit me with disdain;
That they should pay my good with ill,
my soul doth sore complain

When they were sick I mourned therefore,
myself in sackcloth clad,
With fasting I did faint full sore,
and prayed with heart most sad

As they had been my brethren dear,
I did myself behave
As one that mourneth heavily
about his mother's grave

But they in my adversity
did gather in a rout;
Yea, abject slaves reproachfully
at me did mock and flout.

The belly-gods and flatt'ring train,
that all good things deride,
At me did grin with great disdain,
turning their mouths aside

Lord, when wilt thou for me appear?
Why dost thou stay and pause/
O rid my soul, my darling dear,
out of these lions' claws

And when will I give thanks to thee
before the church always;
And where most of the people be,
there will I show thy praise

Nor let my foes prevail on me,
which hate me for no fault;
Neither let them wink with their eyes,
that causeless me assault

marker 99
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Dates: 1562,1812
      Bible Refs: Ps 35:11-20;
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1812# 35
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